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How humanity lost magic

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How humanity lost magic

Long ago, before the dawn of recorded time, Atlantis’ machines walked the earth, flew between stars and swam to the depth of oceans.

However, devastation hit when an enormous asteroid shower, pummelled the Earth for years.

Atlantide’s glory was destroyed, and the few machines that survived were buried under dust, sleeping… , awaiting a time when humanity might rise again.

Aeons later, it was Menes, first of the Pharaohs, chosen by the gods and guided by whispers from forgotten stars, who uncovered this ancient knowledge. From it, he built the three great pyramids—colossal spires designed not as tombs, but as wireless transmitters of energy, channels meant to awaken and sustain the last machines of Atlantide.

At the center of this power stood the Great Sphinx, carved with the lion’s strength and man’s wisdom, a sentinel watching eternally, powered by the same silent energy flowing through the pyramids. Together, they formed a network of light and power that drew life from Earth itself.

For a time, the land blossomed as only once before. Rivers sparkled with life, crops grew tall and strong, and the people thrived beneath the invisible pulse of power humming beneath their feet.

But power, wild and untamed, is a double-edged sword.

One day, a surge of energy, a beam of raw force, slipped from the pyramids’ control. It struck far beyond Egypt’s borders, scorching the Sahara then fertile lands and turning once-lush fields into endless deserts.

Menes, grieved and fearing what could happen if such a cataclysm was repeated, descended into the secret chambers beneath the pyramids. There, with heavy hands, he cut the connection between the pyramids and the structures harvesting Earth energy and sealed the corridors to those secret rooms deep beneath the pyramids.

The flow ceased. The pyramids stood majestic but mute, monuments to a power now hidden.

The great machines already from another age eventually disintegrated, leaving the people with only memories of the power once coursing through their lands. They had called it “magic” or “mana”—the mysterious force that could heal, grow, and shape the world.

But over generations, the true source of this magic—the secret of the ancient machines and the pyramids’ energy—faded into myth and legend. It survived only in the whispered stories told to children by firesides: tales of glowing stones, beams of light, and the mighty Sphinx who once guarded the keys to the stars.

And so the power of the pyramids rests still beneath the sands, waiting patiently for a time when humanity might again unlock the ancient source of the magic they once knew but no believe in let alone understand.